M.C. Humphreys Quotes

There ain't nothin' that makes a man feel more alive than white-hot desire.

His father had been in the military and so had his grandfather. It was a natural fit when Ronan and his brothers each donned a uniform of some kind.

He tipped his head to Ronan and looked warily at Bowser. "Sir.""David, this is Ronan McGuire and his partner, Bowser, " Maddy said. "They're two of New York's finest.

She wanted him, but she didn't want to want him.

Silence hung between them, and Maddy's heartbeat picked up. She probably should have played it cool, but why bother? She wanted him.

You were the one girl I wanted who wanted nothing to do with me.

Tell me what you want, Mads.""You, " she said in a shaky whisper. "I want you, Ronan.

I want you to let go. Just close your eyes and feel me. Don't think. Don't try to control it. All you have to do... is feel.

Ronan tightened his grip before leaning over and whispering, "Do you have any idea how much I want you?

Weren't you the guy who said he'd settle for one woman when hell froze over?""I did say that, didn't I?""Yeah, a bunch of times, " Gavin's smile faded.

Ronan cupped her neck with his other hand and brushed his lips lightly over hers. "I want you, Maddy. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman in my life.

He couldn't suppress the grin that curves his lips. "In fact, I'm the only man who belongs in your bed from now on.

I'm still a little hungry." She shot a sly glance at Ronan before tangling her fingers in his. "Not quite sure what I want, though.""Could've fooled me, " Ronan murmured.

A hot man like that was made for more than friendship.

No one knows who they are more than someone who changes their identity (before I became a farmer, I was a leadership coach).

In the end, I will have to make a choice about how to tell my story....There has to be a moment of going forward, when all the possibilities are left behind.

Maddy pressed her fingers to her lips, a smile blooming there. The man could kiss like the devil. Hot, passionate, demanding. Holy hell. Ronan McGuire was a force of nature, and equally dangerous.

Even now, as a vampire, the fear of addiction ruled her world.Would she ever be free?

All creatures are capable of darkness, but not all choose to succumb to it.

Lottie tilted her head to one side and looked Maya up and down. "You're a little bit of a thing, but I hear you're good at stirring up big trouble.

Sleep, Maya, " he murmured softly. "Sleep, my love, and I promise that I will come looking for you.

I'm not into werewolves, but holy crap is he a hottie. Totally gorgeous and built like a tank. I bet he's got one down to his---

Maya wrapped one leg around him, writhing against him as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her, urging him on."Never stop touching me that way, " Maya rasped.

I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner, but you'll have to forgive an old vampire for being a bit rusty in the dreamscape.

The man was absolutely beautiful. Vampire. Warrior. Whatever Shan Quesada was all man.

With her right index finger she slowly spells words on Grace's skin.Don't let me go crazy.The moon is pale and vast. The stars so sharp they almost hurt.

The thing about the black market is, it’s racist. White children make useful slaves, too.

I don’t want the finer things in life, like preserves of jam and thick soft quilts, until I get what I need: the machinery to make that stuff for me.

Revenge! The stupidest motive on earth, just an attempt to change history.

Damn, girl. If I still breathed, I'd be suffocated by how much I want you.

Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.

I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself." "The fancy feelings are mutual." A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.